An Asymmetrical Drawing Lightly & Beyond
by Steven McCabe
You might think the birds would fly three dimensionally
Into this their second body of branches and leaves,
Tuning a vibrational revelation at mechanisms
Attuned eons ago to invisible knowledge,
Whispering upon silent migration,
Twigs and victorious feather,
Summery din of magic,
Sunlight swooping,
Midnight vine
Asleep in
Dreams
Made
Of
I glean pathways, spiralling gyres, thin vivacious lines
Echoing in silvery twigs & prehistorical symbolism,
Glimmering beyond this garden of fallen souls,
A volcanic woman nesting like a blue bird,
Her bed an ancient sea of knowledge,
Flowering & blooming oceanic sky
Harmonizing & hammering,
Hypnotizing shadows arc
Perceiving caravans,
Intuiting stone,
Entrancing
Watery
Eyes
Of
Those nights and days, mostly nights, shaded and cool,
Illuminated by the slow voyaging of distant starlight,
Songs of star-birds meandering far from magnetic
Fields with soft grasses imprinted upon wings,
Upon all motion, this hand with pen, now
A decision as if Original Idea, golden
Original Thought, in purposeful
Cascading winds, lighting
Archways & beyond,
Whose feathers
And twigs
Speak
Of
shaping of words, bird wings
echo the southern pointing banner
of tenuous paper flight
and lift me, storm born
through forests,
branches of time,
dappled images of your memories,
funnel me
into nesting
anima
Hi John, thank you for this poetic response. I will give this thought! Instinctively I look at the verbs: Shaping, echo, lift, funnel, nesting. Now I’ll see who and what this involves and find your ideas.
Much happening! I will enjoy looking into this!
First, it is like you are writing into Paul Klee’s triangles. Then there is a rotation of facets like watching a spiral turning in the wind. And then how you read the writing of the natural spiritual world yawning its history out upon the baffled surface of sight. Baffles- like heat dispersing folds. Miles of surface area in square inches of folds and wrinkles.
Hi Jack, and thank you for this metaphysical art investigation. This connection it to Klee’s triangles speaks to me, Klee is a huge favourite of mine, a touchstone. I will look at this drawing in contemplation of your multi-dimensional observations.
Moving through the hour glass of words
following tracks left spiraling zig zag
beckoning a follow…
We are but tall walkers in the grass
adjusting to wings
An absolutely stunning piece Steven…
Thank you Jana, for this generous and kind thought.
Hi Jana, Another response in poetry! Thank you. I’m going to look at your nouns first: Hour-glass, hour, glass, words, tracks, grass, wings. I’m getting an image and will next follow your line of action and follow this into your thought process. Thank you!